Yawning

the letters blur
i am not chewing
the word anymore

each letter slides
in my throat like
a slimy jelly

the lights in the
living room
sleep

the pillows are
calling my name
in whispers

some dreams
are waiting beside
my blanket

they will again sleep
with me tonight

the depth of the
night is too much

i am sleepy
i am yawning

hmmmmm
it is time to
close

everything
is dark,

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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